i insist
i must go there
you warn
that i will have to
pay
the higher price
i am hardheaded
i go there
it will be long
and blissful
i take the shape
of a big stone
i fix myself
defending myself
always
so i cannot be hurt
there are tremors
i shake
when i come back
we feast
on the realities of
the square jaws
of our
silence
you still love me
and i do not blame
you
now you are a stone
yourself
imitating me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Still love is there. And love is all powerful.